Never bit like the rest of them Shoved unwarranted expectations Only clinging to myself The pressure encompassing Kettle to pop right...

The window clouds with my November breath, my knuckles raw, speckled with blood from knocking. I finally got in, picking the lock with my...

Marianne pulled off the duvet, surprised the girl’s heady scent of lavender remained in her husband’s bed. She had prepared herself for...

The wide tree boughs of mothers, their dense foliage, a large shadow thrown, hair the color of crows, small glowing daughters within,...

Most people get butterflies in their stomachs. Mine were always more like wasps. I could feel them buzzing around my gut as I watched my...

did you hear? soft tulle ballerina barbie core sipping watermelon Koolaid by the Claire’s store is totally out of fashion like, you can’t...

Laid flat in the dishwasher today let the soap get in my eyes broke all the plates beneath the pleats of my stomach Then I wept for six...

My mother my father the water on tap healing the glass jar of last night’s pasta sauce that I didn’t eat the little red orange lines ...

Your tubercular soul sags, Deflates in the middle Like a ball. I wonder if You think you are ok. Your frozen hulk rests Sinks into the...

When I was seven, my mother took me to the grand opening of the Piggly Wiggly, the first grocery store in our town with automatic sliding...

It’s just hair. That’s all I can think of as I watch my blonde strands flow down the shower drain, sticking mercifully to the edges,...

We are delighted to announce and congratulate Ariana Tucker, the writer behind the captivating short story Summer Marmalade, as the...